You can't believe what a long day it has been, and it's only getting close to 4pm. The dormitory vaguely resembles a nice apartment block, similar to the kind you see in gated communities. It's right beside a small stream that leads into town, creating a nice lively feeling that couldn't be replicated in an actual city. Inside, the aesthetic goes into a particularly clean student house. You can tell people live here, but thankfully that avoids the socks on the ground and the empty beer bottles. You head up to the second floor and go to the 21st door. Yes, this is definitely your place! Rather aesthetically bland, lots of primary colors and generally looking like one of those photos on real estate websites. It's essentially a big living room with a kitchenette and three empty bedrooms with marked doors. No-one's home just yet.
You head into your own room and sit down on the bed. You don't even know how many miles you've traveled at this point. You just can't help but close your eyes for... just a few minutes. Honest...
its cold the only thing keeping you alive now is the starlight above you the snowy ice is infinite before you cant help but see the fractal patterns of frost forming on your sleeves you wonder how such a defined pattern-affected world could lack someone to design it the compass you hold spins around in endless circles so you know youve entered the place where direction will never help you
there is a man you have never seen before in a parka before you with eyes like dark and an expression like he doesnt want to tell you anything but he knows he must always do so
"The stars are beautiful out tonight, aren't they?" he says and you nod cos you have nothing else to do "Makes you wonder if anyone's watching. What do you think they think of us?" he knows you will never ever have the right answer to this question and he seems to have accepted that
you have a feeling that youre going to be able to ask some questions and he might answer them honestly, might not
depends on luck you suppose
what do you ask?
time: is a lie.
location:
inventory:
parka
an incorrect prophecy
a heart filled with regret
blistered feet
luck:
good?